...is my poor attempts at eloquence. Mostly, I need an excuse to update this thing, so here's some bad poetry. It's like Christmas in August, right? And no, I don't really title these things. I'm not even sure I finished some of these, since I open this thing so infrequently.
Alpha
Speakers crooning
As they often do
Fragile glass
Filled with liver damage
Decadent confections
Corrupt a forgotten smile
Dopamine flutters
Like dandelions in the wind
Beta
Of two forms
In company, in laughter
Gears churning
Behind the curtain
Lying quiet
Fearful of falling bombs
Trigger hangs
Target in the center
Pull the switch
Shields crumble
Broken fortress exposed
Alarms sound
Defend the bulwark
Walls rebuilt
Only to fall again
Trigger hangs
Target in the center
Pull the switch
Gamma
Silence too often recurrent
And never blissful or profound
Punctuates discordian static
No more than bedlam devoid of succor
A friendship tranquil and empty
With allies welcome though bitter and dark
Dulls the quiet refrain of regret
To calm the wish to populate the silence
And thus comes not calm but complacence
With a journey ever downward
Along a path of no returns
And a silent ending of its own
